" "In what way, Sir?" demanded Trenchard, in astonishment. Then he goes stony, and beats his way around the islands for another three months. “I don’t want you to do it, to go on talking to me. "These writer chaps are queer birds. ” Courtlaw laid his hand upon Ennison’s shoulder.
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